Thursday, July 1, 2010

If It's Summer, Then It's Time For...

Now that we’re officially in summer (hello 5 straight days of 90 degree humidity), we turn the disappointing lack of good tv shows (if you don’t count Kourtney and Khloe take Miami as good tv) into one of our favorite pastimes – watching baseball. I’m sad to say that we have only attended 1 Yankee game this year and even sadder to say that it was back in April and I am just now stopping to actually write about it.

To start, it was nowhere near as hot as it’s been now, in fact it was cold, cloudy and looking like the sky might open up and dump rain on us any minute but don’t let my complaining fool you, it was a great day at the ballpark. I mean who doesn’t love waiting in line for a half hour for garlic fries (and subsequently missing a huge inning complete with multiple hits and home runs) and sitting next to obnoxious drunk college kids (which by the way, gets even more obnoxious when you’re pregnant and can’t drink to block them out) while huddling underneath a blanket shivering (ok this actually worked in my benefit because I got to play the pregnancy card to steal more of the blanket and get to cuddle underneath it).

But really, it was still a great day to sit in that huge stadium and watch your favorite team win a game. Right, Derek?



The saddest part of the day though was seeing the old stadium in it’s current state. Last year, you knew it was being ripped apart from the inside out (you can’t sell those empty blue seats for ridiculous prices without pulling them out after all) but at least you really couldn’t see it. But back in April, it was such a weird site to be standing in front of this enormous, gorgeous building…



And then turn 180 degrees and see this behind you...



Coincidentally, I heard the other morning that they are done with the tearing down and are starting to work on the park that is going to occupy the space so I guess it’s all just a part of change and moving on. But at least I know that we can take the little chicklet to a game in the new stadium someday and she will love it (although mommy might have to be the one that waits for the garlic fries because I think I’ve abused that privilege already and ruined it for the both of us).





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